In the upper right corner, there is scrawled handwriting: yousieisie.
The surroundings fell silent for a moment, and Yi Wenze stood on her right, holding a cup of tea and looking at the screen quietly.
Jiahe smiled stiffly.
Just when he was about to double-click the folder, he suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed at a location and asked: "This is the cover of Vogue in 2007."
"Yeah."
She held the white mouse, her palms numb.
"Aqing has been looking for the cover of this issue," he paused briefly, then continued, "copy it to her when I have time."
Jiahe hummed again, immediately double-clicked the file and inserted the USB drive.
The USB flash drive keeps flashing red light, indicating that the connection is successful.
Liao Jing suddenly smiled, picked up the floral teapot, and reached out to add a cup of tea to Director Jiang opposite: "I didn't expect Jiahe to be a fan of A Ze."
Director Jiang took a sip, as if he suddenly remembered something: "I don't care if you don't tell me.
I forgot, when I first met Jiahe, the editor mentioned that she became a screenwriter just to write a script for A Ze one day. " did i say that Jiahe had the urge to smash a big stone in his chest Yi Wenze smiled and turned to chat with Director Jiang in Cantonese about Jiahe's editorial review.
Everyone was smart, but the screenwriter happened to be a die-hard fan of the male lead, so he quickly took the subject away.
Jiahe quickly copied and revised the script, and found an excuse to escape from the room.
It wasn't until she was in the corridor that she felt her face was so hot that she felt dizzy.
It was so embarrassing.
Walking from Director Jiang's room to her own room, within ten steps she made more than a dozen assumptions about how she could cheat and cheat.
She changed the screenwriter to follow the team.
It wasn't until she saw Qiao Qiao huddled on her bed that she regained her soul. : "Why are you here, Bastard?"
Qiaoqiao bit her back teeth and said, "He said he had a performance and he wouldn't come."
After that, he wiped his nose with a tissue and said, "They are so kind and let you come back first."
Jiahe looked at her with resentment and quickly recounted his predicament.
Qiaoqiao immediately burst into laughter, patted the bed, asked her to sit next to him, and put his arms around her shoulders: "His unspoken rules, think about it, Yi Wen Ze's love is strong and it is the most suitable for male thieves and female prostitutes."
Jiahe immediately became furious: "You can't do anything, what will happen if you don't give in?"
Qiaoqiao wailed and fell on the bed holding the pillow: "Miss, I am in a low mood, please pay attention to your words."
"Since your breakup in sophomore year caused me to climb the wall and go out in the middle of the night, don't expect to hear any good words again in this life."
Qiaoqiao laughed and cursed, hugged the pillow, and began to pick up her phone and send text messages desperately.
Jiahe was confused by her words and finally picked up all three souls and seven souls.
Some things are always the same, such as the number one male and female always having scandals, Qiao Qiao always falling in love, and Jiahe's super self-comforting function.
She even slowly began to admire Yi Wenze's graceful reaction.
He was indeed her idol, and he could even resolve this embarrassing situation.
"He has been popular for more than ten years.
Even my mother is his fan.
Don't think that being a screenwriter means you understand the entertainment industry.
A radish soaked in a vat for two months becomes a pickle, and a person soaked in a dyeing vat for twenty years.
It's been soaked in bad water for a long time."
After Qiao Qiao finished speaking, she went to bed.
The screenwriter's schedule is from three to ten in the morning, but she has to get up at seven to put her makeup on, so she can't afford it.
At seven o'clock the next morning, Jiahe was still asleep when he was woken up by Xiao Ou's phone call.
When he answered it, Xiao Ou was already crying: "Is Qiao Qiao at your place?
Her phone is turned off."
Jia He threw the phone to Qiao Qiao On Qiao's face, he continued to sleep with his head covered, listening to Qiao Qiao's tinkling for ten minutes before he finally calmed down.
Just when Duke Zhou was about to take her in again, regardless of his past grievances, his cell phone buzzed again.
"Don't call me before nine o'clock," Jiahe couldn't even open his eyes, "I will die from lack of sleep."
"Crazy, guess who I saw."
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Qiao Qiao continued to scream regardless of life or death. "" "Gu Yu." "" "It's that Gu Yu who was originally a small reporter, but then got lucky and became the editor-in-chief of a magazine, and dumped you."
"I know."
Repeat it in such detail?
"He personally brought reporters to do an exclusive interview with Liao Jing.
I swear, there is definitely something fishy."
"Then."
"When Liao Jing mentioned your name, he actually wanted to do an interview with you, but I refused."
Jiahe touched the computer at hand and started playing songs to wake himself up from his dream.
"Forget it, if he wants to give you a favor, we'll take it."
The song that came out slowly was Early, and Zhang Yu's cover version was even more desolate.
Jiahe asked for the room number, hung up the phone and huddled under the quilt.
After struggling for a long time, he found his clothes and put them on one by one.
She was in a trance, lamenting this unexpected coincidence, and automatically incorporated this thunderous plot into the material library of her brain.
An old love hooked up with a female star.
It was so exciting that the audience was absolutely waiting for the heroine to explode with clenched fists.
She looked in the bathroom mirror and remembered that she and Comrade Gu had not seen each other for five years.
Being well-matched applies to any era.
When she was a young reporter, she couldn't expect the editor-in-chief of a magazine to keep her heart.
The entertainment industry has unspoken rules, and the media industry has sex in secret.
Marriage is for extramarital affairs, and legs are for use.
Come to chop.
In fact, she really didn't feel much pain when they broke up, probably because she knew that her view on relationships has always been "cognitive".
If someone takes one step forward, I will take half a step forward, and if someone takes one step back, I will take three steps back.
So when Gu Yu was about to retreat, she had no choice but to withdraw from the circle completely.
The owner of the Marriott Hotel is very good at business.
The central air conditioner in the lobby and corridor is turned off all year round.
It was so cold that it penetrated people.
She rubbed her hands and wrapped the scarf three times before walking along the corridor to the door of the room and knocking lightly.
Knocked on the door a few times.
Because she was so embarrassed last night, she didn't fall asleep completely until 4:30.
At this time, she felt really sleepy going out and it was so cold in February, so it was so refreshing.
It was Qiaoqiao who opened the door.
She bared her teeth at Jiahe and let her in.
Because it is dedicated to make-up, this room is fully air-conditioned.
People inside were busy, but the female lead was sitting outside, waiting to be interviewed.
She put on makeup early and wore a high bun in a Tang suit, which looked very eye-catching.
She was holding a microphone and looking down at the manuscript she had prepared earlier.
A young reporter stood on one side.
The person sitting next to Liao Jing was wearing a well-fitted suit and no tie.
His profile was very handsome and he was discussing details with her in a low voice.
"Teacher Gu," Qiao Qiaopi smiled, "Our screenwriter is here."
When Gu Yu raised his head, Liao Jing also put down the manuscript: "Jiahe, I heard from Teacher Gu that you used to be colleagues."
"A long time ago," Jia Hejing looked at Gu Yu, "I couldn't make it as a reporter, Teacher Gu, so I had to change careers to make a living."
Gu Yu also looked back, but smiled and said nothing.
"That's just right.
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Let's take a photo with Aze later and publish it at the same time as the makeup photo."
After she finished speaking, she smiled at Gu Yurou, charming but not charming, just right.
"Jiahe has always been fascinated by Yi Wenze," Gu Yu cleared his throat and said with a smile, "This time it is fate."
"So you also know," Liao Jing laughed out loud, "Director Jiang also mentioned yesterday that Jiahe only entered the industry because of A Ze."
Gu Yu raised his head with interest and glanced at Jiahe.
"You know, I've liked him since I was thirteen."
Jiahe told the truth honestly, but it seemed to tell him with these words that in terms of first come, first served, you, Gu Yu, were definitely not the first.
Qiao Qiao pressed her forehead and gave him a look that made her laugh or cry.
Sensing the subtle atmosphere, she suddenly looked back in the direction of the dressing room.
Yi Wenze came out at some point, wearing a moon-white ancient costume, looking at them with a smile in his eyes.
The light robe was worn slowly, and the eyebrows were engraved.
Jiahe was a little distracted when he looked at her.
He only thought of the sentence in the notebook: Even though a young and romantic person can be included in a painting, it is difficult to develop his own style. .
At this time, she was wrapped in a heavy down jacket and a scarf covering most of her face.
Because she kept talking and forgot to take off her coat, her face was already a little hot and red.
In the eyes of others, she naturally had more meaning.
Liao Jing is a smart person and immediately laughed: "Aze, how do you feel about being confessed to by a fan at such a close distance?"
Yi Wenze's smile gradually deepened: "It's an honor."
This kind of interview is very simple.
In fact, the script has been prepared in advance, and the communication between Gu Yu and Liao Jing just now was only slightly adjusted.
If you are a lazy reporter, you can ask the crew for photos to publish.
There is no need to make such a trip.
These Jiahe will naturally understand.
No wonder Qiao Qiao said there is something fishy in it.
Of course, for the crew, they have the help of the mainstream media, which is what they want.
Who cares about the comings and goings here?
During the last photo shoot, Liao Jing really didn't forget to ask Jiahe, but she repeatedly said it was against the rules and refused.
She sat aside, lowering her head sleepily, thinking about whether to go back to catch up on her sleep.
She had already finished taking photos, but Yi Wenze suddenly stood up, walked to Jiahe and sat down next to him: "Qiaoqiao, please Take a photo of me and Jiahe."
Everyone was stunned.
Yi Wenze stretched out his hand, naturally put his arm around Jiahe's shoulders, smiled slightly, and acted as if no one was watching.
With a bang, there was only one thought left in her mind.
She was worthy of being her idol.
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